Murmurs Of A Tired Academician Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the far village
the mob rules, the

majority are not
educated, and they

build cockpits near
the church to shame the

priest, and on some religious
hours, they put the cocks into

that grand fight, and they shout
and stamp their feet

until their own Christ declares
who the winner is

meanwhile the lonely man
puts into writing what

he cannot really understand
why the undesirable is famous

why the vices prevail
why fights are exciting

the men come out from the
cockpit
smelling sweat and

taking dead fighting cocks
and losing money

and when they arrive
to their homes
there is nothing to eat
and tomorrow there
is nothing to spend

the violence of vices
the silence of so few

the death of a good education
the triumph of drunkenness

when you bring this out
in the open
the mob shall kill you